August Redux 2014 – baptismos

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Liquid whispers

from behind the veil.

 

Invitations to dance

accepted.

 

Absorbed by

succulent wetness.

 

Sinking

into warm release.

 

Dissolved in wonder,

embraced by namelessness,

diving into light,

drowning

in the confluence

of moisture and flesh.

 

Sliding

Into

Rebirth.

 

Painting and Poem by clinock.

 

August Redux 2013 – a beginning

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“What we call the beginning is often the end.

 And to make an end is to make a beginning.

 The end is where we start from.”

T.S. Eliot.

 

photo poem by clinock

Demented Confessions 13 – A Brush With Death

brush w death

sorry, I couldn’t resist

 

a Brush with Death. by clinock. 6″ x 8″ (15 x 20 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

Demented Confessions 12 – TPSCLRC

Renovation Crew

there was a time in my life when i couldn’t ask for help from anyone but this seemingly never ending personal renovation business however necessary was proving to be beyond my skills and sanity and so I confess I called in The Piggy Sisters Chorus Line Renovation Crew and you may laugh my friend but as you see i am not the man i was anymore i am cubified, fragmented and transmogrified into transcendental chaos

that’s how it goes sometimes

 

TPSCLRC. by clinock. 8″ x 6″ (20 x 15 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

 

 

July Redux 2015 – vapor god

vapor-god

vapor god rising

above the dark offices

returning to light

 

photo and haiku by clinock

Demented Confessions 11 – Red Bird

Red Bird 3

Red Bird listening,

hearing my old confessions

in feathers and blood.

Red Bird

Red Bird knowing all

the ragged branches of my life

and why I’m falling.

Red Bird 2

Red Bird silently

flying me through arcs of light

to distant thunder.

 

Art and haiku by clinock.

Red Bird. 8″ x 8″ (20 x 20 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

Demented Confessions 10 – Neighbors

Neighbors

And here we are neighbor,

living our city stories,

stacked and layered

side by side,

above and below

each other.

 

The walls are thin,

floors and ceilings creak

like old Dracula movies.

We share our ecstasies and tears,

our celebrations and deaths,

whether we want to or not.

 

Once a month or so

we meet in the elevator

or by the mailboxes

and exchange pleasantries

like speech bubbles in comic books,

colliding.

 

We sit broody in our boxes,

each one of us a beautiful stranger,

a strange beauty in a strange land,

each one of us a gorgeous mystery

waiting for someone to open the lid,

open the door.

                                                                           ~~~~~~

Art and poem by clinock.

Neighbors‘ – 20″ x 12″ (50.8 x 30.48 cm) – wood box with mixed media.

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“I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.”  /  Bilbo Baggins ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring